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posted by nick_cross
When I awoke it was already dark out, and there was a man on the other side of the porch screaming out into the night, I rose and tried to listen. I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying but it sounded like he was asking a lot of questions. For a سیکنڈ I thought maybe he was screaming at somebody. Out of curiosity, I started walking over to him to see who he was screaming at. When I got close enough I could see that he was looking up facing the sky, I couldn’t see his face because it was covered سے طرف کی the shadow casted from the ceiling of the porch. When I got even closer I smelled the alcohol flowing from his way, I’ve always hated the smell of alcohol, and because of this I usually ignore all the drunks around my neighborhood. The ذریعہ of my hatred originates from when I was about 7. My mother had brought ہوم a new boyfriend, Gregorith parcher, he was ok in the beginning and through رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا he was polite and کہا some jokes to make me laugh. But it wasn’t until later on in the night that we found out he was a bad drunk. I was in my room, I was supposed to be asleep, and I was about to fall asleep until I heard the sound of something breaking and my mother yelling that roused me from my bed. I got up and walked to my door and pressed my ear to its surface as to hear what’s going on in the rest of the house. I could hear my mother much مزید clearly now, I could make out some of what she was saying, I could hear her yell, “What is wrong with آپ Greg! Why are آپ acting this way!” in response Gregorith replied in a calm voice as if nothing was happening, “acting like what? Like this?” I hear, what I assume was my mother, run across the living room and push Gregorith, again she yells, “stop آپ stupid idiot! Get out of my house! Get out now! یا I!” Gregorith cuts her off and starts yelling himself, “or you’ll what! Huh Wendy! یا you’ll what!? What can آپ do? Huh!? What can آپ possibly do about this!?” suddenly I hear something crash into my door, it makes me jump back, it sounded like glass breaking when it hit my door. I began to feel fear rising up inside of me, and my دل starts to beat a little faster, I bring my knees up to my chest and I grab hold of them with my arms and I squeeze them tightly as if I’m holding on to them for dear life. I feel tears stinging the back of my eyes, I tell myself that everything is going to be ok repeatedly over and over, and I start rocking myself in unison with my words. I hear my mother scream but it’s muffled again, but I’m pretty sure she had just mentioned me. This snaps me back into reality, hearing my mother say my name; I get the feeling that she wants my help to get the lunatic out of the house. So without thinking I get up and open my door, I notice the glass vase that’s usually سے طرف کی the window is broken into pieces at my feet. This must be what hit my door I think to myself. I look up and see my mother leaning on the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter crying with her face in her hands, and the man Gregorith is looking out the window drinking from a بیئر bottle in his hand. I walk into the living room and look around and take in my surroundings. The TV Screen is broken, there’s a huge stain in the middle of the living room, and the سوفی, لٹانا cushions are all over the floor. After this I look straight at the back of Gregoriths head. It’s full of dark black hair, slicked back with a comb. My mother finally notices that I’ve entered the room and walks over to me and starts to hug me, she tells me, “nick sweetie did we wake you? I’m sorry. Everything is ok here; go back to بستر ok sweet heart.” This makes me feel a whole lot better but for some reason I couldn’t get my feet to اقدام away and walk back to my room, they stayed rooted right where they were. Gregorith turns around and stares at my mother and me for a second, then starts walking over to us while saying, “well look Wendy your right, nick IS still with you, in fact! He’s right here!” he stands in front of me and points his finger at my face. My mother is about to respond when Gregorith casts some magic and swipes my mom away with his empty hand sending her about two feet across the floor, and exclaims, “So let’s see if lil nick can still beat me in a duel!” Gregorith pulls out a wand and points it at me, I didn’t know how to react I was frozen still, stuck like glue to where I was standing, Gregorith looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds, that felt like a few hours, I caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, but I mostly saw fear, but fear of what? یا fear of whom? Me? Gregorith whispers, “Such a shame his son was so weak.” This makes me angry, I hate being called weak یا looked upon as weak. So before he does anything else I say, “You’re the weak one Gregorith.” And I turn and run to my mother’s room down the hall, I hear him chuckle quickly then utter a few syllables and I hear the familiar sound of a jet of magic fly past my right ear and I see it smash into the دیوار ahead of me, I take a sharp left and turn into my mother’s room and I go straight for my mother’s dresser, as I reach my mother’s dresser I hear my mother yelling and I hear Gregorith telling her to get off. I reach the dresser and start moving around some of my mother’s make up and jewelry then I find it, my father’s wand. I grab it with one hand and I turn around and I run back to the living room. I knew it wasn’t all right to take my father’s wand, my mother tells me all the time to never touch it, let alone use it. But I also knew my mom wasn’t safe, and I knew HE had to go. As I run back into the living room I see Gregorith cast magic and swipe my mother away again, but this time she flies back a couple of feet and lands on the floor. Seeing that makes rage swell inside of me. “Gregorith!” I scream. “don’t آپ ever touch my mom again!” I proclaim. Gregortih turns and looks at me. He sees the wand in my hands and gives me a bewildered look. Without hesitation I point the wand at him and say the first spell I can think of, infernio, the killing spell. I knew about this particular spell سے طرف کی watching my پسندیدہ wizard, duel on TV. Infernio burns the victim to death in a matter of seconds. So before I know it a jet of flames shoot from the tip of my father’s wand and hits Gregorith straight in the chest sending him flying back, he crashes through the window and lands outside. I stay frozen with my hand pointing my father’s wand straight ahead; I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I killed a person. As I thought of this idea in my head, of me killing a person, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground, letting go of my father’s wand. As I sink to the floor I can hear my mother running over to me and hugging me and grabbing my face and kissing my face, then she looks at me in the eyes and asks me, “nick are آپ ok?” I don’t answer immediately; instead I break into tears and start crying. I couldn’t believe I just killed a person. And the thought of it just knocked the wind out of me. اگلے thing I know I’m falling back into darkness.
November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening درخت branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have food and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find food out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a دن dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 سال old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are آپ doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner آپ guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film سے طرف کی EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all دن long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One منٹ she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got ہوم they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that دن the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified سے طرف کی what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have مزید pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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آپ may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten سے طرف کی her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when آپ lose important people in your life آپ gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many کہا it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....
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posted by Cries_Bloodlova
Part one
The kiss
There is nothing around me nothing but darkness, loneliness and the pain I always feel. Emotional pain that is. Where is he where is my hero? The one I trust the one I love where is he. Not here. Not in my thoughts? How could that be? I love him too much to let him go. I look around still nothing but darkness. Wish some one would save me I wish someone would care. I have no idea why all this black nothingness surrounds me I’m alone. Like I always am. Am I dead? I hope so. To bad I will…. wait Finnick is dead to. So are Katniss and Peeta. I’m glad I’m dead then I’ll...
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posted by fiestagirl12345
Kalie's P.O.V


we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came سے طرف کی the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
I need to stop and catch my breath but I can't.

I have to keep running even if I die trying. I wouldn't let them win; couldn't let them win. They're getting closer now.

Have آپ ever had those dreams where آپ feel like you're running at the speed of light but you're hardly moving? That's how I feel now. No matter how hard I try, it's like no effort is made. Not like my nightgown was helping.

I keep running, not even knowing what's chasing me. All I know is, they're hungry for flesh and blood; my flesh and blood. I don't know why. I don't know how this happened. I don't even know where I am; all...
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January, 1865.

She made a face of disgust. It shouldn't have smelled, but it did. The " it" in سوال was a former Solider...Cavalry..or maybe a foot soldier? It was hard to tell WHAT rank he was in the early morning light.

She dragged the body to a safer location: a deeper room in the mansion, to look through its pockets. Just what...... the Late Henry Hampton of the 2nd Regiment Cavalry of Pennsylvania was doing all the way in Atlanta was anybody's guess, but سے طرف کی the looks of things, there had been some sort of fight.

The old Sullivan Plantation was burned down during Sherman's March last year,...
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posted by sparkles3
this is a پرستار fiction of the novel, Darker Still, سے طرف کی Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.

But history repeats itself.

Now, in present دن New York, 13 سال old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced سے طرف کی a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed مزید often. But is that really best?
What This Handout is About…
This handout will explain what a Literature Review is and offer insights into the form and
construction of a Literature Review in the Humanities, Social Sciences, and Sciences.
Introduction
OK. You’ve got to write a literature review. آپ dust off your world literature
anthology book, settle down in your Ebert and Roper at the فلمیں theatre chair with
your پاپ کارن, پوپکارن and soda in hand, and get ready to issue a “thumbs up” یا “thumbs down”
as آپ leaf through the pages. “Literature Review” done. Right?
Wrong! The “literature” of a literature review...
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posted by saracomet
Once there was a girl her name was Blair. Blair had no دوستوں so she went online. Then she found Fanpop. On the first ماہ a mean girl was online and تبصرہ on Blair's wall. First, the girl wrote on her comment. Then, she called Blair names. Blair tried so hard to just forget about it, but she couldn't so Blair reported her. It got to a point that Blair couldn't go on fanpop she was scared that the girl would get back on. So Blair told the mean girl that she should back off, and if she post another ugly تبصرہ she would رپورٹ her that second. Then, Blair's cousin got on Fanpop, and told...
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“Who is he?” asked Bloom. I shook my head. “I don’t know…” I said, “That’s why I screamed. Abby walked over to the boy and felt for a pulse. She nodded her head and looked back at me. “He’s alive,” she said, “Just unconscious.” I nodded. “What do آپ propose we do with him?” Abby asked me. I looked at her then over at Bloom. Bloom was looking hopefully at the boy, silently wishing he would be okay. “Take him up to one of the guest bedrooms.” I کہا without thinking. Abby nodded and grabbed the boy, caressing him in her arms. “As آپ wish, Milady.” She walked...
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posted by hgfan5602
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.

But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything

For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.

I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
posted by Faith-Rulz
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for آپ to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering آپ with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.

Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do آپ dare to play a fire's game??
posted by NormalcyIsDead
A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first دن of سیکنڈ Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, یا swinging, یا making necklaces out of dandelions.

As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the top...
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posted by TheFictionists
 Evlynn
Evlynn
Honestly, I never thought I would become a vampire.

Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.

Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and آپ are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire....
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posted by Shadowvixen49
He sits, staring blankly at the tray میز, جدول seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every دن of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, دکھانا the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched,...
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